Chapter 29: Not long at ALL...

I can't always avoid getting called in to do something. The king has been pretty nice about letting me stay home considering the circumstanced, but every now and then something will happen and I have no choice but to get up in the morning and leave Lovi home alone for few hours.

All that happens is I have to sit through a boring meeting where they yell at me. AT ME! I don't even do anything and it's "What are you going to do about it?!" ... In spanish of course. I just shrug it off because I have no clue what I'M supposed to do about it.

It's one of my duties, and I wouldn't change it. Being the country of Spain was great. I've seen the whole world too. I've been pretty much everywhere, and my country is always my favorite.

SO basically, I'm on the other side of Madrid while mi Lovi is at home and I can't even check on him because I can't use my phone in here... I can't get caught anyway... But really the chances of Lovi actually texting me back are pretty small. He usually ignores his phone all day, or is asleep and doesn't her it go off. (Yes, I've thought of other reasons but those ae the most comforting to think about.)

I left pretty early this morning, and I used my usual thing of leaving him at least a note so he doesn't freak out when he wakes up and I'm not there. (I made that mistake once and I got my butt chewed out by Lovi and my boss...)

Ugh. I hate this.

Meeting is over.

Finally...

Let's be honest, we all know I have the attention span of a squirrel sometimes. (I have been informed of this more times than I can count.) I couldn't pay attention to anything, really. I was either focused on Lovi, (who wouldn't text me baaack!) or anything that happened to pass by the window (7 squirrels, 10 bees, and a whole bunch of leaves.)

I arrived home in time to hear a pot fall somehwhere in the kitchen and a very loud. "DAMMIT!" that followed it, also followed by Italian curses. Was I worried? Nope. Anytime Lovi can curse, means that he's perfectly okay. I mean it!

If he was ever really hurt, there's a whole other set of words that he would say other than the ones he just used when he simply dropped a pot. Simple Logic. (Lovi level's of anger: 1.6457284)

I walked into the kitchen to see Lovi trying his best to pick up the pot. He looked very angry. (Level raises at least 3.47384) When I belt down to help him he glared at me a little before standing back up. "I had it!" He said, turning back to the stove.

Setting the pot on the counter, I wrapped my arms around him. "It's okay~ You can pick stuff up all you want when Dantè gets here."

"Hm..."

"Oh come on~ It's true." I cooed, laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh. "Why don't you go sit down, amor. I can pretty much feel how tense you are right now, and cooking might now be something that would help."

"Fuck off, Antonio." Lovi grumbled. "I can do this." I let go of him to let him walk to the cabinet to get something before he stopped and leaned against the counter to brace himself. I know how this was beginning to effect him. There was less than a month and a half from his due date. (Half a month from Ita's. Yay~)

"Lovi..."

"Don't say it! I know! I'm too weak to do anything right now!" He snapped. "All I want to do is show myself that just because I'm pregnant that I can actually do something instead of sit on my ass and be sick all day! I can't do it!"

I opened my mouth to say something before he walked back into the living room to sit on the couch. The TV was turned on, and I waited a minute before testing my waters and walking in there.

Slowly and gently I sat down next to him. "Lovi..." I whispered. When I received no reply, I leaned down to his belly and lifted his shirt. I pressed little kisses all over because I can.

"Toni? What are you doing?" Lovi asked, laying his hand on my head. He messed with my hair a little bit.

"I'm about to talk to Dantè again. Sh!" I said, with a hint of joking, which luckily he caught and didn't hit me for. "Hola bebè. It's me again. I want to tell you to please be nicer to Mamí. I don't like it when he's upset and when you get here I don't think you will either."

I looked up at Lovi who rolled his eyes. "He's kicking you and telling you to shut up."

"He is?!" I asked, laying my hand down. Sure enough there were little things bumping my hand. I started smiling like an idiot and laughing a little. "It's morse code! He's saying that he won't hurt you again and you should be nice to me!"

"I don't believe you..."

"Well he does! It's Spanish morse code." I said and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

"Oh hell no." Lovi said loudly, with the beginning of a smile on his lips. "My child will not speak Spanish before he learn Italian."

I laughed a little and kissed him again. "Well it all depends on which he learns first, and Spanish will be more beneficial for him learn Spanish if we're going to live in Spain."

Lovino pouted and crossed his arms. "My baby is going to be a Spanish Tomato Baby Bastard."